“Do not shoot until the Honorable speaker walks into the kitchen, Remember we want this as professional as possible, no shoddy jobs this time” barked Maleke.
This stern looking man had round, aged eyes that had seen everything. His rough, uncombed, jet black hair reminded you of bad roads that had plagued the country since its inception. There were patches of hair; some here, some there not like he cared. He had a hulkish build with skin that was the color of the **Agbalumo** seed. His wide forehead and nearly-nonexistent eyebrows evoked a sense of fear at anyone not already used to such facial features. His black singlet illuminated each of the greenish veins threatening to burst out of his rippling arm and chest muscles.
Assari watched with boredom as the big headed ant crawled slowly along the barrel of his Razor Edge Annihilator Sniper Rifle. Just yesterday, he had returned from Isakaba with the gun only to have it stained by the muddy floor upon which they lay in wait. All he wanted to do was go to school tomorrow and resume his monotonous life that gave him a sense of normalcy.
“What is so Honorable about that walking pile of shit and dirty money?”
“Look at him, all he knows how to do is eat, eat food, eat money that’s’ not his.”
“Enjoy your last supper” he said dryly with a smirk on his face as he moved the gauge located near the butt of the gun from 0 to level 1 also known as the cold shot.
Speaker Kolawole Imeji moved to the table to pick the green note with a black stripe in the middle. On the other side, it read boldly, “UPSILON HAS BEEN WATCHING, YOU HAVE BEEN JUDGED” those were the last words he saw as he faintly heard the sound of shattered glass, his blood trickling down his face in lines of 3 as his vision faded into blackness rapidly.
It was the 8th of June 2094, and all of the major TV stations in Nigeria were buzzing with the news of the speaker’s death the previous night …. (to be continued if reviews are favorable or a major publishing deal comes through :)
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